A POPPY grows upon the shore Bursts her twin cup in summer late: Her leaves are glaucous green and hoar, Her petals yellow, delicate. Oft to her cousins turns her thought, In wonder if they care that she Is fed with spray for dew, and caught By every gale that sweeps the sea. She has no lovers like the Red That dances with the noble Corn: Her blosoms on the waves are shed, Where she sits shivering and forlorn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER FALSTAFF'S SONG by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN ENVOY: 2. TO MY MOTHER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SPRING IN THE ALPS by MATHILDE BLIND THE WAGGONER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FAREWELL TO AUTUMN by JULIA FIELD BROWN |